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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 9:40 pm
His latest brilliant idea had been to take on the group of three lions that currently looked over a decently large congregation of females. He had puffed out his chest, checked his weathered and scarred paws, and strode in looking hot headed and proud.
And he'd put up a good fight! . . . for the first couple of minutes.
The biggest male, strangely, hadn't gotten many strikes on him. It was probably because he himself was big, and slow, that it was the little two who gave him the most bruises. It had felt like the blows to his head would never end; maybe he'd get a few scars out of this?
Now he was running away with his tail tucked, hissing all the while as he glanced nervously behind him. The smallest male was persuing him as he fled, and Matifu managed to get a nice few to-go wounds for his back.
When the other male turned away, Matifu rotated completely around. "That's right! You better head back to where you came from!" he shouted back. It never hurt. It would make them less certain next time!
What did hurt was his back. It was sore, just like his head from being bombarded so many times. Maybe he'd try again next week. His thoughts were on one thing as he limped his way along with his nose to the ground and his tail swishing with the effort of daydreams.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:58 am
Well you didn't see this every day. The two had been simply passing by when the scent of a fairly sized group of females caught their noses. They, however, had also noticed the scents of the males, clearly marked territory, and even the more hot headed of the two was smart enough to catch on that it meant the group was protected, a pride.
Strange, you typically didn't see old fashioned prides out here anymore. Even the Pridelands, Kamikiel's native homelands, had deviated away from the traditional hierarchy and was filled with probably hundreds of males both related and not to the royal line-- like Kamikiel himself.
Even more strange was their timing. It seemed they had arrived just in time to watch a rogue try his luck at chasing out the current leading males. Kamikiel had simply raised a feline eyebrow as they watched, while Kouga just smirked at the tail end of the spectacle.
"Well, well, well, will you look at that? That was some a** beating."
"Kouga..."
"Hope the tail was worth it, pal." Kouga ignored Kamikiel's tolerable exasperation, eyes on the male as he slowly wandered nearer to them.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:12 am
His ears twitched and spun around as he raised his head. Instinctively, he lost his limp, stood square, and tried to pretend he didn't have two, nice claw marks running down his back.
Those same ears swivelled left and right, and his eyes darted between the two males.
Eventually, a cocky, broad grin spread across his face. "Did you see it?" he asked, with much too much excitement over the matter for his own good.
"I got two big blows to the big one. Next time, I'll be running them off!" He proclaimed this with absolute certainty.
And these were fellow bachelors. They would understand. Right?
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:22 am
"Oh we saw it alright." The crude one smirked, jeering almost. Not that he was really one to talk since he was wearing part of his mane in a f*ing weird tail. ((No art of it yet so, er, visualize if you can? XD)) "It was pretty damn 'spectacular', that a** whoopin' you just got."
The calmer of the two glanced at his counterpart quietly before redirecting his stare back to the stranger. "It sounds as if this isn't your first run in with them... Were you run out of your territory?"
A king who had lost his kingdom, wouldn't that just be tragic?
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Whether or not the point was to insult him or compliment him, Matifu could simply not deny the absolute fact that it had been a spectacular asswhooping. But, when you had two lions against one, what could you expect?
"I've been pestering those blokes for a while now," he admitted with a flick of his tail. "They just won't budge. But, the other day, the white one was sneezing up a storm. I don't think he's long for the world." Probably ate himself silly, that one. "It's only a matter of time." He could practically smell the fear in their blood. If he tried very hard.
"Not exactly," he answered the final question with an elongating display of teeth. "But I won't feel guilty about running them out of theirs. You boys aren't from around here, are you?"
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Kamikiel glanced the way the lions had gone, tail flicking with thought and as a display of restless energy.
"Hmm..."
"Hope you ain't waitin' for natural causes to off them all." Kouga snorted, tail twitching more aggressively, front paws shifting. He was itching for a good fight, which was rare for him, but he did glance skeptically around. "... Don't see what exactly there is out here worth fighting for. There women hiding under some of the rocks here or something?"
That Kouga... Kamikiel was sure that he wasn't the only one that had noticed the scent of others when they arrived here. "We're not. I'm from the Pridelands, Kouga here is a vagabond I picked up that wouldn't leave."
"Hey! I had a pride!"
"So you keep saying."
Kouga snarled, but Kamikiel changed the subject rather smoothly.
"He does pose a good point though. What exactly is it that you're seeking to gain here...?"
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Kouga's question certainly caused Matifu to smug up. Certainly not from around here was the final assessment. It was all the nicer for him. The more males that wandered through without knowledge, the less competition he had.
"Pridelands?" Matifu asked, his brain searching for any memory of having heard of it before. There was likely something vague in the far reaches of his mind. Something made him think they liked large rock formations.
"Not too far off with the women theory, small fry." Matifu swung his head over his shoulder and shifted his heavy weight from his sore leg. "I probably better show you, come on this way. We'll go around to the hillside over there."
Matifu fully expected them to follow. Most interested parties did, if only to sate their own fantasy in his craziness. If it wasn't enough, he had other ways to sweeten the deal, but he was thinking he just might have found two young bachelors stupid enough, or desperate enough, to try and crush the opposition. Three against two? He liked those odds.
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"Who the hell are you calling small fry?" Kouga growled angrily, but simply left it at that, narrowing his eyes as he moved to follow curiously. Kamikiel's expression displayed either skepticism or wariness, maybe both. Keeping his senses open he did move to follow after Matifu, curious as to what direction this was headed. His travel companion was a little too happy to jump into certain things headlong, rarely stopping to think at all when he was lost in the spur of the moment. He'd have to keep his ears and eyes open for both of them.
Again.
The two weren't far behind, either way.
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His limp now was more than obvious. The one lion had given him a nice blow, and it had stiffened up while he had stood there. It would heal. They always did. He was still breathing, and that's what mattered, right?
It wasn't far. Matifu took them through the bottom of a dried creekbed and up a ridge. They followed it for a short time, Matifu glancing back to make sure they were still following, until they peeked over the top and Matifu crouched down and crawled the rest of the way.
"Keep your voices down. The sound carries from up here." True to Kouga's, perhaps joking, suspicions, there was a meriad of females grouped together in the grasslands below. A few cubs were busy chasing one another around the area, but, more importantly to Matifu, the two males were restless. They'd stay that way for another few shifts of the sun until they rebuilt their hurt egos, he was sure.
"It's like a wash," he told them quietly. "Once you beat the smaller boys, those females adore you." Sometimes, they adored you anyway. "It's how things work here. You play the tough boy and the girls keep you fed. You two look bright, you'll catch on quick."
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They followed, Kouga more because Kamikiel was, and Kamikiel out of curiosity. He didn't think anyone was dumb enough to do all that talk unless they had something to back it up, and certainly he wouldn't show them if it wasn't true. As the three laid eyes upon the main gathering Kamikiel did feel an eyebrow gingerly arch in either surprise or some sort of being impressed. Just what had they stumbled upon...?
"Now hold on a second, zippy. I don't remember signing on to team up with you." Kouga growled.
Kamikiel ignored Kouga, looking at Matifu, not really masking his look. It made it clear that he saw where this was going, but wasn't objecting yet, or they'd already be leaving.
"So I see..."
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Matifu chuckled at Kouga, but he kept it as quiet as he could. He wasn't ready for another fight. "Just the rules, kid. You don't have to follow them," was what he whispered in response.
The next moments were sat in silence. Matifu was more than inclined to let the calmer of the two lions get an eyeview of the entire situation. It gave him time to watch and look for advantages in places he may not have seen before. Once he'd gotten his analytical fill, he tiptoed his way backwards from the ridge and stood to shake the dirt from his chest and belly.
He waited until the other males were in close enough range before speaking again. "If you're going to be in the area for a while, I can show you around. I don't mind helping a few fellow bachelors out. If you get lost, it's all over."
He craned his neck to the left, where the grasslands stretched out. "If you're headed out, there's a drop, so don't be running. It careens straight off into the river, since the water's low. If the crocs don't get you, the hippos will. That's your worse crossing. Get your water there, hit jungle country and follow it for water, but don't stay in it. Our leopards here aren't nice like the ones on the other half of the world." That was how Matifu saw it. This half, and that half. The normal half, and the one with astranged cultures, giving yourself to one woman, and bonding that seemed tighter to lovers than to allies. It was all very convoluted.
But these boys were travelling together. They had hope. They knew how it was done.
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